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Wednesday, January 5, 2011

She's 10. TEN.

My husband visited the local thrift store to look for a table that he could refurbish for our daughter's room. According to her, she can no longer function in this world without a little vanity of some sort where she can sit and polish her nails.

While at the thrift store, my 10-year-old browsed the shoe section. She brought up a pair of boots to her dad and asked if he would buy them for her. "Sure!" he said. "Throw 'em in the cart."

In case you're wondering why I fell to the floor in a fit of vapors when they arrived home and my little girl showed me her purchase . . . those heels aren't one inch tall . . . not two inches tall . . . not three inches tall . . . those heels are THREE and ONE-HALF inches tall.